Village Squire, 1976-10, Page 2045
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The Precious Days
By Alvena A. Beder
Autumn, too, is dying and she accepts it no
better than I. Her show is over. The gold and
crimson leaves have tumbled down but a few
cling stubbornly to the branches, reluctant to
die in the swirl of acrid smoke. My Katie and
George are raking them into piles - or rather
George with all the slow patience a ten year
old can possess is raking them into piles.
Katie, her copper hair disheveled by the wind
is running into the piles, with whoops and
yells that would make a war -bound Indian
envious, re -scattering the leaves, much to the.
annoyance of her industrious brother. Soon
now he will appeal to me "Dad, make Katie
stop that will you?" 1 walk away from them
reluctant to play the arbiter again.
Even the garden is desolate today. The
vegetables and fruits are all gathered, only
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